my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun sighed again, and gave his companion an exasperated but fond look. "He would've tried to bite you anyway. We're still working on the ground rules." Hearing the weary tone of the Ascended's voice, Zhanshi bit down on the potter's foot. Thankfully, he was wearing boots, and it was an affectionate nibble anyway.
Grinning faintly, he hauled Oliver up. "Lucky me. And now I know to look up and not just down in these woods." Letting go of the other man's hands, Amun scanned the foliage above. Satisfied there were no more snakes lurking, he returned his gaze to the blacksmith.
Shrugging, the potter gestured at the plants all around them. "Looking for some plants to make into a dye for my glazes. I ran out of my red pigments." Giving Oliver a curious look, the Ascended slipped his hands into his pockets. "And what brings you out here besides rescuing wayward wanderers?"
Grinning faintly, he hauled Oliver up. "Lucky me. And now I know to look up and not just down in these woods." Letting go of the other man's hands, Amun scanned the foliage above. Satisfied there were no more snakes lurking, he returned his gaze to the blacksmith.
Shrugging, the potter gestured at the plants all around them. "Looking for some plants to make into a dye for my glazes. I ran out of my red pigments." Giving Oliver a curious look, the Ascended slipped his hands into his pockets. "And what brings you out here besides rescuing wayward wanderers?"
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
